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My Uncle Peter was on the phone this morning with his red hot tips for the Grand National this afternoon.

He has contacts in the racing industry and will ring me sometimes to share news of a massive win. But when we go to the races together, he doesn’t seem to have that same luck. I imageguess nobody is ever right all the time, but he reckons luck is on his side more often than not.

His personal favourites for today are No 11 Butler’s Cabin and No 13 Chelsea Harbour, while he has had a nod and a wink about No 17 Bewleys Berry. I haven’t made up my mind yet which one I shall back.

And there’s always a chance that No 1 Hedgehunter could pip them all to the post again after winning the race in 2005 and being the 2006 runner up.

If I had been going to Aintree, I know I would have felt under distinctly dressed, whatever I wore. There is no way I could have matched these colourful eye-catching eyefits which the northern lasses wore on Ladies Day yesterday. Stylish glamour it isn’t, but it was fun and they look like they know how to let their hair down and have a good time. And I’m all for that.

Still, if I lose today, I have another chance to try my luck this evening as we are meeting Uncle Peter for dinner and  dog racing in Peterborough, of which I know nothing about.

Any tips anyone, for either race…